There Was A Ship

There was a ship Run aground in Porto Ercole - There it was Round the sound Of the angry waves Shone sacred tongues Of ghosts and shrouds Who whispered in The night Told to the winds that Raged: ‘the time was once And it was Our time But it be passed: And The light traveling I do not stop from traveling In a long continuum thin Of white light: I whispered to it But on and on went Then near its ear With honeyed words Spoke it The same The same. The same. I heard the ship In Porto Ercole aground On the pebbles grate And the pebbles fearless Hit back: There was a ship Run aground in Porto Ercole - There it was Round the sound Of the angry waves Shone sacred tongues Of ghosts and shrouds Who whispered in The night Told to the winds that Raged ‘The shrouds bent head The ghosts subconscious dream Riddled with sound The trembling skeletons And bones occasionally Fall off ‘The waters rise The waters anger But we We ghosts and shrouds And skeletons From harm, from fear Enjoy immunity. Gone are the angst days And the wires of stress Torturing us. I never got reward yet Here I am I am who am.' Let waters rage Let sacred winds Blow as Zephyr wills With angry face Let thunder with old Lightning be: I never got reward yet Here I am I am who am.'